I love the Cosby Show. Growing up, it was what I watched when I was sick, sad or bored. The Huxtables were part of the village that raised me. And, of course, at the center was the jello-loving, sweater-wearing, family-man, Bill Cosby.
High school hit, and I got really into stand-up. The reliance on words, the simplicity of one person a mike and a stage, and of course it was hilarious. Through stand-up, I reconnected with Bill. His style was like no one else’s. Bill performed sitting down. He doesn’t curse. Most of his comedy relies on observational humor and morality. He’s incredibly quick-witted. He broke form. And it worked.
So when it came to rape accusations, I kept my head in the sand.
I idolized this man. i heard the accusations, I just didn’t want to believe them. But as the accusers and evidence continue to mount, denial becomes more and more impossible. There are currently 14 women publicly accusing Bill Cosby of sexual abuse, including super model Cindy Crawford. Bill Cosby’s assaults were violent and included drugs. There were multiple accounts of Bill offering women drinks and them not remembering anything until the next day, when they woke up in Bill’s bed.
This is the man I want to have dinner with.
When it comes to the food and drink I don’t really care what he eats, as I will be bringing my own food and beverage and body guard. However, Bill continues to refuse to speak about these accusations. For closure’s sake, I want to know what happened. Bill let me down. He was the first feminist comedian, or at least that’s how he portrayed himself. I want to talk to Bill and ask him what parts were lies and if I was a fool for trusting him. Did he care about me at all? I was rooting for him. Basically, I want to break up with him. I just feel that it’s classier to do it in person. I owe him that much.
Below is the link to an AP interview with Bill in which he refuses to respond regarding the allegations.